I just read a book by a man that described the spiritual lessons that he had learned while sitting on a deer stand. I can imagine him explaining to his wife as he was headed out to the deer woods that he was just conducting research for his book. Come to think of it, thatís not a bad idea. It beats all the excuses that Iíve used down through the years for pursuing my love of the outdoors. Anyway, Buck (I think that was the authorís name) went on and on about the beauty of the forest and about how great God was for creating all of these wonderful things. He could sit all day and watch the various animals foraging for their food. The way he described the trees and the wildlife may me feel as though he constantly had a smile on his face. I could almost hear the creek gurgling over the rocks as it meandered with no particular destination past Buckís deer stand.
Just for the fun of it, I decided to keep the book around for a few laughs instead of throwing it into the trash bin where it belonged. Obviously the man had never spent a day of his life sitting on a stand in the woods during the dead of winter. If he had, his description of his experiences would have been much different. There would have been a more vivid description of the frostbite in his fingers and toes and other important locations. I am glad he didnít go into the numbness that occurs in your lower anatomy after sitting on a hard metal or wood seat for hours on end. As for as the trees go, not one mention was made of the large oak that invariably blocks your view as the biggest buck of your lifetime strolls casually across the creek and over the hill and out of your life forever. The birds and the squirrels are good for distracting your attention long enough for Mister Whitetail to slip behind your stand and offer only a parting gesture with his tail as he too bids you goodbye.
Apparently Buck Bighorn (the author) knew something that I didnít. And then the obvious smacked me right in the face. Mr. Buck prepared himself better than I do when I go hunting. There is just no other explanation for his success and my failure. He undoubtedly knew how to dress in such a way as not to be totally miserable while sitting for hours and hours. He probably got more than two hours of sleep before getting in the stand an hour before daylight. He probably even remembered to put a shell in the chamber after he got settled into the stand and not after the firing pin clicks harmlessly where the primer of the shell should have been had I remembered to put the bullet in the chamber. Many a deer has benefited from my lack of preparation.
Maybe there is a spiritual lesson to be learned. It could be that many people donít enjoy their spiritual walk with God as well as others do because they are not prepared. It could be that's the reason many of us donít see the blessings of God like we should. Itís possible that may be the reason some have more success in the Lordís work than others. How does your view of Godís work look? It might look better if more time was spent in preparation.
Great article, and I laughed with you. But I must be honest. I've never understood the lure of sitting in a blind, waiting to take a potshot at deer. Just think of all the frostbite and numbness we'd miss knowing first hand, if we hunted on the move. Isn't the adventure in the journey? Just kidding, I think. But I thoroughly enjoyed your article. may the Lord (with my willingness) add, daily, preparation to my arsenal.